I have been declared clinically dead on at least 3 seperate occasions when younger and 2 more in adult life.
I mean parents are told sorry we couldn't save him he's on a slab in the fridgebest you start making arrangements for the funeral dead.
The first time was what we would now know as a cot death or sudden infant death syndrome. I was found blue and not breathing and despite CPR was unable to be revived. The wait to get a car and the journey to the hospital took approx 45min's during which time i was not breathing. A further 20 min's or so at the hospital and my parents were told sorry nothing we could do. As i was being removed to the morgue about an hour after that i burst back into life with a howl and freaked the hell out of everyone. I have no recollection of these events.
2nd time was about 2 years old and i fell into the fish pond and proceeded to drown. Family thought i was in the house but i had got out and looked a bit too close at the fish. Time estimated at approx 15mins face first in the pond. Again trip to hospital about 45 min's and again told sorry folks he's gone. Estimated time to me waking up again about another 30min's. I remember the pond and waking up in a strange place screaming thats about it.
3rd time was nearly 3 and fell into atub fullof boiling water. Had burns to about 60% of body and went into shock and all systems shut down. Again the trip etc about 45min's parents told most horrific case of that type they had ever seen sorry we couldn't save him. By now my folks were a bit sceptical of the sorry he's gone line and decided not to panic and waited with me. Sure enough about an hour later i pop back into reality and let out a wail. This one i remember, mainly because of the pain involved i think. I spent the next 6 months wrapped in bandages which got changed 2 times a day. The only problem was for the first 4 months every time they changed the bandages they peeled off the fresh layer of skin. So twice a day i was literally getting peeled alive. Not a good look trust me. Luckily i would pass out most of the time.
1st adult experience was under anesthetic for an op to remove a tumour. I simply didn't wake up. This time i was already in hospital so no waiting. Told my folks they tried everything and sorry no go. Again folks waited and this time sure enough about 2 hours later i wake as if nothing had happened. Remember counting backwards from 10 as they injected me with anesthetic and i was still wide awake when i got to 0 which seemed to freak them out so we did it all again and i got down to 2 and passed out.
Repeat for 2nd adult experience.
Sorry if this is a bit long winded but my point is this.
Through all these experiences i have had no great revelation or odd beings communicate or give me messages for the world or any such thing. I clearly remember being totally at peace and just a very calm feeling. I was above looking down at myself in the hospital watching them try to kick me back into life both times and was not the least bit concerned i seemed to know i would be back. Even when i am hearing them say sorry guys this one is toast toss ya for who tells the folks.
What i have found is i have numerous extemely vivid dreams to the point i have suffered injury in real time exactly as shown in the dream, can communicate with a family member by concentrating on a code we set up so we know who it is asking, no talking involved just thought, give me a personal item and i can tell you all about the owner and it's history and some other odd things that 99% of people just don't want to know about. I have been shown how science has no idea of what even the common elements are any more like water , air , fire, etc and are content with trying to own them instead of understand them.
It often makes me curious reading about people who have literally made a name for themselves by seeing the light or gettingmessages etc and far be it from me to doubt them for the universe sure works in odd ways and hey maybe i only experienced "death lite". Just thought this might encourage others to speak out on a very miss understood subject.
Cheers

I had this dream several years ago. However, unlike most of my dreams, in addition to being very vivid it has stayed with me. I find that instances/occurences in my everyday waking life will recall this dream to my mind, to the point that this dream seems more like a memory than a dream.

It is late afternoon/early evening, probably in early summer. The sun is setting, orange and yellow and red through the smoke that is rising above a cityscape/urban landscape. Somewhere, not too far away, lots of stuff is burning. I can taste it. I am above the city, on a bridge, looking out over the scene. I am kneeling on the pavement, with my hands either cuffed or tied behind my back. I am just one of a long line of people (mostly men, I think) all in a similiar position. From off to one side, out of my field of vision, I hear gunshots, one at a time, coming closer. We are being executed, one by one, with a bullet to the back of the head. The guy to my right is a scrawny, youngish hillbilly-looking dude, with a dirty, unshaven face and deep, hollow eyes, wearing woodland camo pattern fatigue pants and a Metallica t-shirt. We look at each other as the shots grow louder, knowing what is about to happen. He looks like I feel - calm, unafraid, accepting.Suddenly there is a shot, very loud, and he pitches forward as his face erupts in a red mist. I take a deep breath, close my eyes and... brilliant flash of light and a gigantic wet sandbag explodes into the back of my head.

Dream over

I'm outside the front door of my house and I look at the clouds. The sky is gray and overcast but there are cumulus clouds mixed in with the darker rain clouds. The clouds look normal except they're moving unnaturally fast across the sky like time-lapse photography. This scares the hell out of me to witness something so bizarre. Then out of the clouds a disc shaped UFO flies out really fast from thousands of feet in the air and descends rapidly towards my house. I could see the details of the craft like some mechanism spinning along the rim of the disc. I could also what appeared to be windows with silhouettes in them at the top of this horrible saucer. I remember thinking that it was probably evil people operating it instead of aliens. I could sense the malevolent intent of this craft and I was frozen in fear watching it. When it was just a few hundred feet above my house I managed to turn and yell at my mom throught the open front door. She was in her recliner reading a book. Just as I was about to yell "Mom! Come look!!", the craft zapped me with some kind of energy and that's when I woke up to the sound of my own voice actually yelling, "MOM!". That's the only time I've ever woke up from a dream yelling.

The title of this dream is a song by "Boards of Canada". Throughout the entire dream this song was playing clearly as if the music was the source of the dream. I had heard it for the first time earlier that day at a friend's house. I had this dream some time in 2006.
I remember standing on the roof of a ruined skyscraper that was flooded halfway up its height. I could see other time-tarnished, eroded buildings standing out of the water and I knew there were hundreds that were submerged. I had the sense that decades had passed and that the ocean had swallowed this once great city. I was standing in waist deep water on top of this building. The sky was filled with the golden hues of the most beautiful sunrise imaginable. I could feel the mossy tiled floor beneath my bare feet. I didn't know how the water got on the roof or why the roof floor was tiled. As I walked toward the middle of the roof from the edge, I realized there was a huge hole in the middle of the floor. The water on the roof was draining down in a huge whirlpool and I was swept into it.
I immediately woke up before I was swept all the way down and the music was STILL PLAYING in my head so clearly I could hear every note. As I walked to the bathroom to pee I could still hear the song until I went back to sleep. There's something prophetic about that song and it means the future to me.

I recall dreams about 3 times a year but this one was last week. I was in the garden. I realised that one of my hens had got out of the pen. I didn't know how she did that, I wasn't really missing any. While she was out of the pen, she had hidden in the garden and sat on eggs. Lots and lots of eggs. Three or four dozen at least. She had managed to hatch some chickies but many of the chickies were hatched and dead. I commented that 50% of them were dead. I saw all the chickies bodies laid out in rows.
Thoughts - eggs in one basket, 50% kill rate?

i had a very vivid (thid one was more then vivid)dream about bening in the woods with other unknown people around a fireplace on a camping ground wondering what happened ,we tried to listen to a radio toget anynews what happend but it didnt work right was all fuzzy , but i woke up before i could hear a clear informatin , i was like in a state off schock like something very bad happend.
2 weeks after that my wife had the same dream ... wierd

greetings earthlings ..

Last night I had a dream that has stuck in the front off my mind since then. After looking around on the net I saw a picture of the San Francisco skyline which stopped me in my tracks and made me submit it to the Dream Center and I can tell someone and not have my family think I am loosing it.

It begins with me standing in the isle of a passenger aircraft, not to big 10-12 rows of 4 seats across. After arguing with a guy in my row I was able to stuff my small bag into the over head and squeeze into a window seat. As we took off and headed on are way I asked some of the other passengers, mainly scientist type and a few military in uniform, what are you doing here? After a pause I got a reluctant "We are here to see".

A short time later a woman behind us said we are near it now. As I looked out the window I saw the San Francisco skyline on fire not just burning but completely engulfed in red orange flames as if the flames where coming up thru the buildings like a blowtorch. I then said "San Francisco is buring!".
We landed and exited the aircraft and then began a search of these strange shaped shipping containers. They had a triangle shaped entrance door and appeared to be old and weathered. This is where it really starts to get weird, as a women and I are searching a container I am approached by a small all white creature he had a long tail stood on two legs and was very thin almost no muscle at all but had a head similar to a human skull. It proceeded to follow me around and then another started to follow. They seem to be trying to communicate but they could not speak. As we left the contain we saw several military types stacking up dozens of dead creatures into 3 piles. At that point I realized, not sure how, that there DNA was actually human, they are what was left of the humans that lived in San Francisco. The shock of this information stopped everyone in there tracks and we just looked at each other and then I woke up in a puddle of sweat.

Since I have been reading your web site I have been trying to open my mind like falling backward and having no fear of hitting the floor kind of thing, before going to sleep. This is one of several vivid real feel dreams in the last few weeks.

If I have more I will keep sending them in.

Regards,

Rinoteal

I experiencedan extremely vivid/lucid dream. I was ' observing ' a female/water energywhich was laying down in atransparent box rather like sleeping beauty in her glass casket.Sheappeared to bea woman in appearance but she was transparent andmade of water (reminded me of the film 'Abyss' see link)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mTzQ8279RWA (at 2.55)
The female spirit/entity was in pain and I could feel it! Suddenly a blow torch was set upon this entity and she was in flames.The water was burning and she sat upright and looked directlyat me speaking these words "set the flames higher, let me go". The female energy was quite simply in so much pain that she could bear it no more! The water was on fire and the burning was so intense .
I then awoke and cried as the emotions were almost too much to bear.I dearly hope that this vision/dream is not a signal of the Earths oceans setting on fire.I felt a connection to the current oil volcano...........
The dream remained lodged deeply within my consciousness for several days.It still upsets me thinking aboutit.

as i haven't had dreams "worth" remembering clearly (all senses and in metrocolor) in over 20 years then having three in one night on 5/19 i feel this was the most vivid. i have only dreamed about a POTUS once in my life. during the summer of 2001 i dreamed that G Bush had a nervous breakdown. It was a very strong dream and i shared it with a few people, spouse included, then forgot about it. up until 2001 i had been blissfully going about the treadmill with my head in the sand so the dream meant little to me until september of that year.
after getting gold fish back in its bowl i walked upon an old large building. the building was like a single story wood structure from the early 20th century used for town halls, wedding receptions etc. the buiding was oblong with two double door entrances, a vestibule and two doube door interior entrances. i walked up a few wooden steps, entered into the interior of the building to hand deliver a note to an unknown man in the room. the room was dimly lit and stifling hot. i'm talking about houston texas 90% humidity summer hot. there were four rows of tables the length of the room my guess 90 feet in legth and approximately 200 men in suits all facing the center of the room. there i saw POTUS standing and speaking. although i could not really understand what he was saying, he was reading from a legal sized white piece of paper. i intentionally leaned in to try to read over his shoulder what it was he was lecturing the room about. i didn't see much but it seems like the word "OMNI" was written in large caps. as i turned to leave the building i found myself feeling very, very angry. so much so that i "b" slapped two young men in red shirts andbrown pantsstanding at the entranceway and exclaiming "this country is screwed"
a few steps beyond the building i felt a little guilty about my anger. i turned, went back inside and asked a 40'ish year old woman who looked very flustered if they would like for me to get a local technician in to "fix the air conditioning" fanning her face and looking quite flustered she said "oh yes, please do that" i again turned to leave and was contemplating who i would call to fix the air conditionioning. i mean, damn, the POTUS in a dark miserably hot room trying to have a meeting? and wouldn't the secret service or someone want to check out a repairman or take care of the situation themselves? didn't see any secret service. the guilt i felt passed as quickly as the thought and i decided "to hell with them, i'm out of here" end
after going over this dream for days and as im sure you can ascertain from my writing, i am not the brightest bulb on the smart grid, it occurred to me, it wasnt' just the A/C malfunctioning, the power was out. no lights, only natural light from the doors, no air and most importantly, no teleprompters. other than the POTUS i could not see the faces of any of the people in the room, im guessing 200 or more.

dream dated 5/19/2010
didn't know where else to place this dream. the principal player was Hugh, a childhood friend. Hugh passed away in 1991 Up until that year I had not seen or spoken to him since graduating highschool.
hugh was practicing his trumpet for a very important concert in which he had two solo performances. i was thrilledto see him again but also to hear the beautiful melodies he was practicing as he was always "first chair" my fiercest competitor and friend in the music world since grade 5. i exclaimed, "hugh, how wonderful it is to hear your music after all these years." i remember the first trumpet solo he performed with a "gold toned trumpet" being famiiar, something we had performed in our youth. the second solo however, was totally unfamiliar to me. upon asking hugh about the two solos hugh said "the firstpiece/peace is old, the second is new/knew. the concert of the year in which hugh was topeformwith the golden trumpetwas in 7days "one week/weak" he said. i was dissapointed to find out that i would be unabe to attend at that time but swore to myself i would find a way to be there.
now, one week from last wednesday would be 5/26/10. in life, hugh's personal trumpet was a very fine silver tone trumpet, not gold. he was neither happy or sad in this dream and i felt both happiness to see him and sadness as i knew i was not going to be able to attend the concert of the year